"Well, someone will send the gratuity in a few days, and I'm sorry for you this time." The man's voice was unexpectedly crisp and warm.

"It's just a trivial matter, you are an old friend, a friend's trust, and there is money to make, of course you have to help ......" Didelia's eyes were gentle, but with a hint of charm that trembled like water waves.

The corners of her mouth pursed a seductive arc, and she smiled lazily: "Besides, your Night King is still an old 'acquaintance', hehe......"

The Night King smiled silently and asked for a cup of boiled water to drink slowly.

"I can't guess what will happen after that, though. Whether it's a bloodthirsty mercenary group or a church, neither is a force that civilians like us can afford to provoke. ”

The Night King lifted his face, his face finally coming to light in the light.

Eaciated cheeks, a slightly pale complexion, and a pair of dark eyes as deep as an owl stared at Didilia.

"You're right. But there are a lot of things in the world that only a cockroach-like guy like me can do. Everything after that has been arranged, and no matter what happens, it won't affect your bar. ”

Didelia carefully placed the crystal glass on the wine rack and swayed the shadow to close the door of the bar, which was considered closed.

She walked over to the Night King's side and sat down with him, looking at him with beautiful eyes.

"You, pay attention to what you say, you are my first love, not a cockroach, just like your name, I think you are not only called the Night King, but also the real Night King. But I'm curious, why do I have to do this? ”

The Night King said, "I don't care about that, the fact is that someone wants to see what happens today, and this person chooses to entrust me, and I am sure of it, and the amount of the honorarium is up to the mark—that's enough." ”

"Yes, objectively," said Didilia. But subjectively? My Night King, I want to hear what you think. ”

The Night King pursed his lips and looked at Didilia.

"No one cares about the lives of those two mercenaries, it's just that they happened to be here today. The real purpose is to create a fuse - to take revenge on the Alpha Catholic Church by the hands of the bloodthirsty mercenary group. ”

Didelia's eyes flowed, and she asked with interest, "Why?" ”

"Some time ago, a mentally disturbed saint appeared in the slave market. The official version given by Alpha Catholicism is that her father was forced to sell his daughter to pay off his debts because he went bankrupt, and it has nothing to do with the church. ”

Didilia whispered, "...... What about the truth. ”

The Night King took a sip and moistened his throat, "There is no truth. But there is a grapevine that her father did not go bankrupt, but worked hard to make a lot of money to redeem his daughter after he was forcibly taken to Alpha Catholic to become a saint, and he is now rich. But when he went to ask for someone from the church, he found that his daughter had gone crazy and had countless traces of abuse on her body. ”

Didilia's eyes dimmed, and her beautiful eyes had a hint of sorrow. At this time, a large hand gently patted her shoulder as a sign of comfort.

She snuggled into the man's arms, sighed softly, and said, "In this country, no matter how rich the low-level civilians are, they can't confront the church head-on. The poor father watched the church deceive the world with a big lie, but there was no way to find justice for his daughter. Thereupon...... He found you, the Night King known to very few on this street...... Is that so? ”

The Night King smiled, looking indifferent.

"Who knows, I said, there is no such thing as the truth. Didilia, you are not a saint, I am not God, the truth has nothing to do with us. Money is needed to live, so cockroaches work for money, it's as simple as that. ”

Didilia looked at him grumblingly, put her index finger against his lips, and said in disgust, "This is not a word to comfort a woman who is in a sad mood. And don't say you're a cockroach. ”

The Night King took her finger away, looked at Didria, and said, "Tragedy happens every day, but as long as it doesn't hurt us, we don't have to come forward." ”

Didilia stared at him for a long time, then suddenly asked.

"Then if tragedy happens to me one day, will you stand up?"

The Night King turned to look at her, "I'll give it a try, but there's no guarantee of success." ”

Didilia left her embrace, holding her chin and sighing.

"It seems that the Night King and Prince Charming cannot be equated."

The Night King finished drinking the water and put down his glass, and whispered, "I'm sorry to disappoint you." ”

Didilia shook her head slowly, pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled.

"If you were Prince Charming, you wouldn't be my first love. Knight in shining armor...... The women of the Chaos region will only want them to live in their dreams instead of appearing beside them. ”

The Night King was slightly surprised: "You...... I thought so. ”

Didelia shook her long legs slightly, and smiled: "I have lived in the Chaos area for almost 10 years, and my luck is also extremely bad, I haven't found a man who can be seen in 10 years - until you appeared in this bar, I instinctively met love." ”

The Night King wiped his face and said, "I don't want to talk anymore." ”

Didelia glanced at him, pretended not to know, got up and smiled lightly: "Then see you next time, don't send it slowly." ”

But the next moment, Didilia felt the Night King gently hug her from behind.

"Didilia, come with me somewhere."

"Where?"

"You know."

Didilia lowered her eyes, her eyes gentle and submissive under the crystal lamp, nodded slightly, and left the shop with the Night King, and the two disappeared into the night.

……

Joshua sat on a bench outside the operating room with his legs crossed, and glanced up at the clock, which was 12:00 p.m.

If all went well, the bodies of the two mercenaries would have been chopped up and fed to the church's patrol dogs, while the well-fed patrol dogs were lying on the grass, lazily basking in the sun.

Passing through a wide, straight stone path, two soldiers in silver shining armor at the door should be holding spears in their hands, staring straight ahead with serious faces, and strictly guarding their posts.

Joshua looked at the closed door of the operating room, and his heart grew heavy. He leaned back in his chair and sighed deeply, his golden curls lying weakly on his forehead, as if to convey the master's state of mind at the moment.

I remember that before Charlotte died, it was also like this.

Poor Charlotte, looking helplessly at his brother, his little hand clenched tightly and trembled with fear. The black-purple poisonous spots on her body robbed her of the luster of her immature body, like the lip prints of the devil.

Everyone knew that Charlotte, who had been pulled out of the pile of corpses, should be immediately sent to the church hospital for treatment.

But you can't do that. Because her brother was a knight of the church, and a great knight.

So his sister had to be sent to church, baptized with cold holy water, listened to the prayers of the respected bishop for two hours, and finished with an intricate drawing.